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Intellectual High School, the only place where I actually fit in, became my personal hell once he transferred here. It wasn't fair. I've always heard that life isn't fair and to not expect much from it. But I did expect a lot from it, because I wouldn't be living in reality for the rest of my life - just as I did for these past few years. My life was technology itself. There was no changing my mind. I would become the greatest Game Developer or the greatest Mechanical Engineer in the history of science and math themselves. My dreams, my life, my goals all suddenly vanished once Mark Crawford walked into IHS. He's... fascinating. That's a lot, coming from me. I only ever compliment every expensive piece of technology I see around school, as well as the small liquids and fertilizers I make myself (with the help of some Senior dudes). They smell good - what is there to not love about them?

Back to Mark: He transferred to IHS barely last month with straight A's and a perfect score of 300 on his tests. I tried to talk to him once, but he was swarmed by girls. Cheerleaders, to be exact. I loathe them. Those plastic made, make-up caked, slutty cheerleaders. They're the fine definition of "All looks, no brains". They left their filthy hands all over Mark. And Mark? He was absolutely enjoying it. And I realized that he really wasn't worth it. I'd rather spend my very much valuable time building code digits and attempting to make my characters move instead of thinking about Mark. The problem is, every time I catch a glimpse of him, his beauty hits me as hard as the first time I saw him.